My Lady's Choosing: An Interactive Romance Novel(92)

To punctuate her near-fatal love for Evangeline, Delphine snaps at the tip of your nose. The bite is gentle enough, and although she does not draw blood or break skin, you feel shaken to your core. Fabien rips you from her grasp—protectively, you think. Despite yourself, you tremble in his strong arms. Delphine throws her gorgeous head back and laughs like a jackal.

“Of course, after all my years of trying to follow her and being blocked by this parry or that feint, all I needed to do was let her follow my bread crumbs. All I needed was to set a trap of irresistible intrigue. I would not need to chase her. She would come to me.”

“The turquoise canister!” you gasp. Breaking out of her reverie, Delphine cuts her eyes at you as if remembering you are still present. You detect that she sees Lady Evangeline the way someone near death would see a mirage on the horizon. It is the only thing she can see. It is the only thing she will see. Perhaps that sight has gotten her through hell.

“All I needed to do to see my love again was to set a simple trap, then take away her latest toy. Because that is all you are—and all you will ever be. It is all anyone can be to her!”

Delphine lunges for you at the same time that Fabien draws you back, and impossibly close to his legendarily muscled body, at the same time that a cut-glass voice trills out across the desert.

“I wouldn’t go as far as saying that.”

Your heart swells. “Evangeline!”

“Evangeline!” Delphine whispers, her eyes wide in savage longing and wonder.

“The very same,” drawls Lady Evangeline as she steps out from behind one of the tents that make up Delphine’s campsite. You thrill to see that she is now clad in breeches that show off every contour of her shapely form, along with a loose white shirt unbuttoned shockingly low. She flips you a roguish wink.

“How are you faring, my dear?”

“Marvelously!” you say. And you are not lying.

“Splendid,” she says. “I would expect nothing less.”

Lady Evangeline turns to Delphine, who has remained speechless since her former lover revealed herself. “Hello, Delphine. Hello…and goodbye.”

Lady Evangeline pulls out her gold pistol and aims it directly at Delphine. Her bright eyes smolder like precious gems pulled from the inferno.

“Ready, aim, fire,” Delphine says, a cool smile playing across her lips.

“Don’t think I wouldn’t,” Lady Evangeline snaps.

“I don’t doubt it,” counters Delphine, pulling open her dress so Evangeline may aim truer. It also has the added side effect of exposing her magnificent bosom. You blush at the sight.

Delphine drinks in the glory of Lady Evangeline, smiling more like a woman in bed with her true love than a woman facing her end. “You could not hurt me any more than you already have. In fact, death will come as a relief.”

To your horror, rather than backing down, Lady Evangeline slowly cocks her pistol. “Is that so, darling?”

You can’t be certain, but some part of you wonders if some part of Lady Evangeline is enjoying this. Fabien’s grip tightens protectively on your shoulders, almost imperceptibly slipping the sleeves of your dress down to expose your shoulders.

Things are getting entirely too hot in this desert.

It is clear that cooler heads, namely yours, will need to prevail. But how exactly do you intend to do that?





Do you demand that Delphine and Lady Evangeline work things out sensibly? Right now, before homicide occurs? If so, turn to this page.

Or do you call out Delphine on her vicious abuse? You have every sympathy for her broken heart, but once you cross the line into kidnapping and nose-biting, there’s really no turning back. If so, on to this page.





              “Lady Evangeline pulls out her gold pistol and aims it directly at Delphine. Her bright eyes smolder like precious gems pulled from the inferno.”





You rush to the safety of your bedchamber and slam the door, your heart racing and your breath coming in shallow pants.

You can run, but you cannot hide…from desire. There is a knock at the door, and as you open it gingerly, every particle of you trembling in fear, Master Craven crashes in, his clothes in tatters, bleeding from his well-muscled chest.





Of course you have to tend to his wounds…and perhaps a few other things, too. Turn to this page and get ready to kiss your purity goodbye!





“We have raised the temple,” you say to Lady Evangeline before exploring the soft palace of her mouth with a tender, tantalizing kiss. “But my temperature is rising now. Let us study each other and then study all the temple has to offer, inside and out.”

“There are great archaeological discoveries to be made, topographies to explore,” she agrees, flushing with desire.

“Oral histories to be given,” you say.

“And received.” Lady Evangeline arches a mischievous brow.

“Again and again.” You are aflame with ideas, plans, and realms of research for this new and fruitful partnership. “Farewell, lady pirates!” you cry to the whooping lot of new friends. “You are fearsome, and admirable, and we shall all do this again sometime!”

Together, you and Lady Evangeline burst into the impossible temple, laughing and tearing at each other all the way. It is surely full of many wonders. You can’t get deep inside fast enough. There are so many discoveries to be made, and you plan to make at least ten more tonight.